They weren't even remotely connected, so why had they brought up Han Feng?
Jun Ting thought Han Feng looked familiar. He said it seemed like he'd seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where.
Su Qiao turned to glance at the man silently following behind them, her eyes flickering.
It seemed that, regarding Han Feng's identity, she could still sound out Jun Ting.
However, Su Qiao didn't really want to.
Because...
Every time she saw that guy, she wanted to beat him into a pig's head.
Host, I suddenly remembered something. Han Feng speaks with an authentic Beijing accent, which is completely different from the accent of the area he claims as his hometown.
444 sounded somewhat excited, as if it had discovered a new continent.
"Mm."
Su Qiao remained as calm as ever, but her gaze kept drifting toward the man beside her from time to time.
Where exactly had this guy come from, and what kind of identity did he have?
More importantly, why did it seem that even he himself didn't know what was strange about him?
If he'd lost his memory for some reason, then he shouldn't have remembered anything at all.
Yet he remembered his name, where he lived, and what his parents did.
That was quite strange.
Han Feng felt uncomfortable under her gaze.
"Y-You... why are you looking at me? Is there something stuck at the corner of my mouth?"
Han Feng couldn't help wiping the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
Su Qiao looked disgusted. "There's mud on your sleeve. You'll only make it dirtier by wiping with it. Just where did you roll around in the mud?"
"Besides, if you weren't looking at me, how would you know I was looking at you?"
This guy had clearly been peeking